Draco felt nervous, not that he would tell anyone that in a million years, but he felt nervous none the less. The mask he had, had made was a a half dragon's head, Hungarian Horntail to be exact pure white in color, it meshed well with his hair. The mask lay scaled, made beautifully to fit his head, barely showing any of his face, save for his lower jaw and lips. His eyes, Draco had glamoured to be a cool blue, so icy they looked unreal.
"Wow mate, you went all out on this one." Blaise leaned against the door frame to Malfoy's room. Blaise had opted out of a fancy costume, instead he chosen simple, a raven. It went with his skin color, even though they were shades apart.
"Yeah well, its our last year mate, never going to get a change to socialize and torment all these people again am I?" Draco and Blaise hadn't spoken of what Blaise had seen, in fact that hadn't spoken much since that night. Draco didn't feel as if their friendship were on the rocks but he knew that if Blaise didn't pull his head out his arse, they'd never be the same. "
Is that it? Or is it that this might be your last chance to get to snog Granger?" Draco turned in a fury, his dress robes, looked as if they were on fire, the perfect white scales ending in icy blue. The look on Blaise's face wasn't a vindictive one. Instead he was smiling good-naturedly.
"Finally pulled your head out of your arse have you?" Draco asked cooly seeing his friends smile.
"Yeah well, I figured that if Granger were snogging you the way she was sooner or later you two will either toss socks and be on your way, or I'll find myself stuck with her forever because let's admit it, I'm stuck with you forever mate." Draco smirked, nodding his head.
"So, have you and the Patil twin come out the closet yet? Which one is it? Pavarti or Padma?" Draco was proud that he knew both of their names. Even if he couldn't tell the two of them apart.
"Padma, no we haven't." Blaise's lips tightened Draco knew what that meant, he arched a brow, despite Blaise not being able to see it through his mask. "Padma is, as I'm sure you've been able to tell, Indian-British. As such her parents have certain ideals of whom she should be with." Blaise was an emotional man, even though he tried to be, when he didn't show any emotion at all Draco knew something was wrong.
"Sorry Mate, but if her parents have a perfect man in man, you just have to become that man." To Draco it seemed simple. After all Blaise stood to inherit a lot of money.
"They want both of their daughters to marry an Indian man Drake." Wrapping an arm loosely around Blaise's shoulder Draco turned them around, heading toward the party.
"That might be the case but, if you're a good man, you've got money, and can prove that you'll be able to provide for their daughter, maybe they'll take her choice into consideration." Blaise perked up at the suggestion.
"Yeah, yeah maybe you're right Drake. I need to go talk to Padma." Blaise clapped him on the shoulder turning to run, despite being in his dress robes. "Thanks again Draco!" He threw over his shoulder. Draco continued to walk, in the dungeons he could see where the party was being held. The corridor around it was laced with floated twinkling lights. Yes Granger had wanted to be sure everyone knew where the party was at, even if you couldn't see it Draco could hear it. The music, the laughter, loud talking. Draco wasn't on time, but that had been his intention. To show up later than most other people, and find Hermione.
"Are you quite sure of this costume?" Minerva looked at Carry Langdon, who was dressed as some sort of bird, decked out in yellow. A canary Minerva believed. "I've never thought purple to be my color, especially ot such a vibrant purple and, this headdress, well I don't think it's very me at all."
"None sense, you Headmistress might not understand the look that I've got going on for you but I, and I'm sure quite a few other girls, do. It suits you very well indeed. Now hold still while I do your makeup." The Headmistress hadn't been very compliant when Carry had offered, then told, her that she would be doing her makeup and getting her wardrobe ready for the evening.
"Oh really, an old gal like myself, I don't need all of this."
"Hush Minerva." McGonagall had no choice but to coply at the stern tone of Carry's voice. "Now I know you feel like you're needed in the Great Hall, overseeing the majority of your students but you simply must make an appearance at the 7th year's party." McGonagall nodded.
"Of course I will be. That's the only party that's been permitted to have anything good to drink, seeing as how all of them are of age, some even older after missing a year of school." Carry's lips made a thin line as she nodded. Carry had been in the states for all of what had happened to Britian. She dind't quite understand there pain but, she could sympathize.
"Come on Headmistress, let's go and see what's happening at the 7th years party, grab a glass of champagne and then you can head down to the Great Hall, promise."
"Are you not going to be joining me in the Great Hall alter?" McGonagall asked as the two of them made their way down to the dungeons. Professor Slughorn had graciously decided to chaperone all night. Though McGonagall had not doubt in her mind he liked the idea of drinking her own mead when he wanted to.
"Oh no dear, I don't want to be up all right. In fact I plan to be here for about an hour, and then I'll be turning in." Carry pointed all of a sudden, pulling McGonagall's attention away from the decoration. "Isn't that Ginny? I'm guessing that lovely creature beside her is Miss Granger." McGonagall nodded looking at the two women. Hermione looked beautiful, as did Ginny, even though it would be hard to tell that it was Hermione through her beautiful costume for some people, McGonagall had taught the girl for almost half her life, she could pick her out of a crowd.
"Excuse me, I'm going to go talk to them." McGonagall grabbed two glasses of vivid pink champagne, there was a table full of flutes, all different colors. McGonagall liked the pink though, the bubbles in it looked the best. "Miss Granger, Miss Weasley, you both look loving of course, even if it's a little daring." McGonagall looked down at Hermione's bosom, obviously talking about her dress. Ginny's wasn't as low cut as Hermione's, and it wasn't corseted like Hermione's.